I mentally prepared myself for six months, saying that I could sleep in a tent alone, so what’s wrong with that? I can. I can.. I probably can((
And then the hour came. No one wanted to go on a hike with me, and I thought this is my chance, I need to test myself. I have experience of one-day hikes alone, there was nothing scary for me. I’ll somehow get through the night. I bought a ticket and went ahead.
2. I arrived in the village of Ubinskaya - this is a real mecca for tourists, cyclists and mountain runners.
3. Quiet place in the mountains of the Seversky region Krasnodar region. Beyond this village there is nothing but mountains. 
4. The vicinity of the village is full famous peaks and waterfalls that tourists have already loved - Sober-Bash, Papay, Ubin-Su, Pshad waterfalls, etc. I just decided to conquer Popeye, I had never been there, one of the highest peaks in these parts. 
5. According to the forecast, it was going to rain all two days. But that didn’t stop me; it’s better to test my spirit, so to speak, in more extreme conditions. 
6. There were almost no people on my way; the Ubin River ran along the road. 
7. Along the way I even met a friend from Krasnodar, he, like all decent people, was surprised that I was going on a hike alone. He said that if anything happens, come back here to the camp site. Remember these words, they will come in handy later)) 
8. Thus, I reached the mineral spring, met a man who was hiking, offered to go together, he refused, because... he says he was already at the top this week, and said that he would spend the night near the source, and would not go further. 
9. The road became worse and worse, puddles and mud appeared, and it began to rain. 
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13. I was afraid to walk across the bridge, took off my shoes and forded the river, this was the only ford on the way. 
The rain began to pour harder, I almost reached the foot of my mountain. There was no point in climbing the rocks in the rain, and there was no water there. And I decided to pitch a tent, because... I found the roof in the truest sense of the word. It just won't get wet from the rain. I ate. So evening came. Everything was fine until it was completely dark. The rain was pattering on the roof, someone was scraping somewhere in the distance, the usual sounds of the forest.
But fear began to overcome me. I drank valerian) I went to bed. I slept for exactly an hour. Sitting in the tent, my imagination painted terrible pictures that something would happen to me. I drank valerian again, and again, and again. It didn't help. Then I remembered that on the way I came across the grave cross of a deceased female instructor. And what will I do if she comes to me? What if a UFO comes down to me? After all, no one will know that I am here.
Then I see a knife nearby and really begin to think that it’s time to cut my own throat so that I don’t have these hellish thoughts in my head. I was starting to go crazy. She left the tent. It was dark, but the outlines of the trees were visible, the rain was falling harder, it was cold, and it was only 22 pm. I won't live until morning. I'm scared and I won't sleep. What’s scarier: sitting in a tent and going crazy or going back to the camp site to which I was invited? No, it's not scary to come back. I have experience walking at night, so in 5 minutes I pack my backpack and stuff all my things with my feet. I put on my raincoat, turn on the bug flashlight and hit the road, 10 km back through the mud. The road is muddy, knee-deep mud, I walk slowly, the outlines of the bushes are visible when there are no trees. The rain got heavier. I periodically turn around, what if someone is following me? It all seems stupid now, but when you are alone, you have a huge panic.
When the mud ended, I walked faster, I was almost running, it wasn’t so scary. On the way, the small river Ubin turned into a huge seething monster, I can’t wade, it’s already up to my waist. Walking on a shaky bridge without railings... This is suicide. But there is nothing to do. I’m walking, and the river is raging under my feet. I was filled with fear then! She crossed over and ran even faster.
At the same time, I was holding a candle in front of me with a flashlight, and suddenly a wild boar grunted in the bushes next to me, I died of fear! The only thing I needed right now was a boar!
I ran 10 times faster, constantly turning around, shining a candle into the darkness with a lantern, then forward again with a candle and stumbled upon the cross-grave where the woman guide died. This is where I completely went nuts! And she flew forward, laying large bricks along the way. So in 2 hours I flew to the camp site. The river spread out in front of her, forded it, I knocked on the gate - silence. I called on the phone (the advertisement was up) - the phone was turned off. What to do? It’s a long walk to the village, it’s late at night, there are no options - you have to climb over the fence.
Now they will take me for a thief. We must go to the watchman. Found it. Woke up the watchman. He went nuts. Baba is alone at night. I suggested, maybe there are numbers? He says everything is busy, go to sleep with me)) And he has a TV. I said, let's start by watching the video, he has a lot of cassettes with action films. I watched an action movie with a nasal voice, and ate all my food supplies out of wild hunger. The watchman turned out to be a normal old man, he told stories about how he hunted lynx in these places 40 years ago. I was surprised that I met a wild boar, because... officials poisoned all the wild boars in the forest, all the remaining animals moved on. They sat like that for several hours. Then he fell asleep, and I went to bed. What should I do?)) So I slept for a couple of hours until the morning. She woke up the watchman, said goodbye, and walked slowly to the village.
14. It rained all night and morning. I have never enjoyed the morning as much as I did then. All my fears went away with the dawn. And I thought, couldn’t I really wait until the morning? What a fool)) We are all brave. 
15. I have never seen such a full-flowing Ubin. 
16. I walked around the village and came to the bus stop. 
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There was a bus at the stop, waiting for the children from the hike. There are still 2 hours until my minibus. The driver opened the door and invited him to warm up, because... It’s freezing cold outside, and I’m already all wet, the raincoat probably tore when I was running through the forest at night)) The driver poured me hot tea, treated me to some treats and told me stories. Then his hiking children came. Then my minibus arrived, and from there came a troop of other children who were going to Papai and further to the sea. And the rain continued to fall harder...
Hooray! Holidays! All summer at home, it’s great - that’s what I thought in June 1965 at my favorite boarding school No. 4 in the city of Yaroslavl, after finishing the 9th grade, when I was getting ready to go home for summer holidays. And now I’m home.
After several days of relative rest and going to the forest to pick berries, it became a little boring. I suggested to my friends the guys who lived in our big house, and in other barracks houses, go alone, without adults, on a hike to the lakes Ryumnikovo and Chashnitsy. We developed a route, agreed on what we needed to take with us, what provisions and how much. Fortunately for us, all the parents let their children go without any explanations or instructions to me, the ringleader of this event. They knew me and trusted me with their children. In the morning at four o'clock everyone began to gather near our house: the guys stood with backpacks or shoulder bags, Seryozha Pisarev had to wait the longest, but soon he came accompanied by his mother. She said a few parting words to him and to all of us, after which we set off. They followed each other, single file: I strictly followed this. It seemed to me that this is how children should go on a hike, and no other way. Yes, to be honest, in the movies we have seen how those who go on some kind of journey follow each other. We were filled with an incomprehensible, sublime feeling: we were alone, without our parents, going on a hike. The interesting thing is that no matter how much we walked, no one moaned, no one complained about fatigue - everyone wanted to be at their best: to be courageous and resilient. From the outside, we probably looked concentrated and even funny, but we didn’t care. We made our first stop at Lake Chashnitskoye. They sorted out who was doing what, and appointed duty officers. Several boys began to fish with fish soup, I began to prepare food, and they set the tea to boil. During the journey, the children got hungry, and the fresh morning air helped us work up such an appetite that anyone could envy us.
How delicious it was: we ate the pasta and stew instantly, we didn’t have to persuade anyone, the tea was also excellent, with a hint of smoke. We've never drunk anything like this. The children wanted to swim after a hearty breakfast, asked my permission and received it, but they could swim in a certain place that I had checked. We didn’t like Lake Chashnitsy for swimming: the bottom is not uniform, with snags and a lot of mud. Having rested a little more, we went further to Lake Ryumnikovo.
The sun rose higher, it became harder to walk, it was hot, and therefore, when we came across a clearing with strawberries, everyone knelt down and began crawling to pick the berries, some of them plucked them directly with their mouths. Thus, we ended up with such a mini-halt. Having eaten some berries and rested a little, we moved on and came across a narrow-gauge railway, which, as was known, went to a peat enterprise. It was easier to walk along it. Along the way we came across mushroom pickers, and then we saw a herd of cows, sheep, and goats. The shepherds turned out to be unfriendly, decided to scare us and set their dogs on us. It became scary, I shouted to the shepherds, they called the dogs away laughing, but for a long time we heard various offensive words addressed to us. After what we thought was a long search for the lake, we finally found it. True, at first we came across a lot of blueberries, we could not resist and began to pick them, blueberries. We collected quite a lot and stopped right at the lake. A place to stop - you couldn’t imagine a better place: a peninsula with vegetation and fabulous trees jutted into the lake. I sent everyone to get firewood and started preparing something to eat myself. The food ran out, all that was left was bread, sugar and everyone had some potatoes. It was decided to bake potatoes in coals, boil tea and make jam from the collected blueberries, i.e. not jam, but fresh blueberries with added sugar. The most important thing was with what appetite we ate the baked potatoes, and then enjoyed delicious smoky tea, and even with blueberries and sugar spread on bread. It was something. Sanka Repnikov actually managed to cook jam in a bowl over a fire. Having rested and gained strength, we began to play, tell different stories, and laugh. The sun began to set to the west, closer to the horizon, and we gathered ourselves and headed back. We wandered for quite a long time, came out onto some road that took us in the wrong direction, we returned to the starting point, got our bearings, went in the right direction and, soon, came to the no longer existing village of Rykovo. My guys are tired. Someone said: “It would be great if Vova came for us.” The sound of an approaching car was heard ahead. The guys shouted: “Vova! Vova! I said that it couldn’t be, since he was at work and suddenly a truck stopped in front of us and turned around - it really was my older brother Vladimir. There was no limit to the joy. All the guys climbed into the back, I sat in the cab and we drove off. It turns out that Vladimir, returning home from work, asked his mother: “Are the guys back?” Mom answered: “No.” Then he said: “I’ll go meet them, otherwise they’re probably tired.”
Our parents, neighbors and everyone who knew about our journey were waiting near our house, a little worried. We were greeted as heroes. Everyone was happy.
P.S.
About twenty years later, my husband and I were at a club on the occasion of Builder's Day. Every year he is celebrated in Khmilniki as a professional. At the festival we met Sanka Repnikov. Of course, this was an adult man who, like my younger brother, graduated from the Moscow Forestry Engineering Institute and was not that skinny boy who couldn’t do anything - now it was Alexander Ivanovich, the director of the Rostov forestry enterprise.
Sanka invited me to dance and, to my great surprise, the whole time we were dancing, he talked and remembered our childhood summer trip: “I can’t remember anything better in my life,” he admitted at the end. - “Thank you for organizing it then and taking me with you.” I was touched by this confession.
Soon Alexander Ivanovich died: something was wrong with his heart... and he was then a little over thirty.
There's a thunderstorm here now. I'll tell you about the hikes.
Probably the coolest type of hiking from my experience is hiking into the night, wherever your eyes look. You just leave home, go somewhere, get out of the type of transport you were traveling with, and head off wherever you look, at that moment knowing that you may never return home. This campaign has a goal, and the most The best way find out which one - arrange such a trip.
More trips from the series “we had to move our legs so that we could better talk about what is now the most important thing in the world to talk about, and even the most difficult thing in the world,” during the conversation we walked and walked, and went to some unknown place, found yourself at a new point on the map, and your state of mind is clearer.
I like to walk for a long time, and where transport would save time, in fact there would be no hike at all. That is, a journey across the area to a neighboring town, forest or who knows what, which lasts for several hours, with discoveries, heat, tired legs, a halt, an unexpected obstacle, an unexpected gift, would take about fifteen minutes by car and would be called not a hike, but a trip.
One of my mottos is “The slower the richer.”
My most important trips were with three friends. K., Yu., and N.
They are not about kayaks, equipment, backpacks, nature, breathtaking views, overcoming yourself, getting into the rhythm of everyday transitions.
No, these were most often spontaneous, one-day hikes in urban areas, in large parks, in which you can get lost if you are not a local resident.
These were trips to God knows where, or rather, perhaps one of my companions knew well final goal movement as a place and state at the end of the journey, but about myself I cannot say the same.
I just walked along with my companions, something changed during the process or later, upon reaching the end point. And in the process, a state certainly came when both you and your companions understood that this was the goal, it had been achieved. Or they understood everything, and for one of us the knowledge of “why all this was” caught up with us later. Another important parameter was the state of internal time.
We came to visit a friend in Yasenevo. We packed sandwiches with sausage and a thermos of hot tea. We went into the forest on a dark winter evening, almost at night.
Friend Yu told us about a tree with which he was friends as a child. Big an old oak. This oak, in my perception at that time, was something like a local world tree.
And that almost night we walked to the world tree and to the symbol of children's magic, which in childhood was everywhere, everywhere, as natural as breathing. We went to the unrealizable and impossible - go find on a cold winter night that tree that Yu last saw a long time ago, in daylight, in the summer, but we still didn’t know where that place was.
The road was difficult, at least for me (I think if we had just gone to the park to get some air at night, it wouldn’t have been so difficult for me). I wanted to fall behind the procession, to succumb to that dark, heavy feeling that was pulling me back, to fall without strength, or to turn around and go back. But it was necessary to continue.
According to my internal clock, we made our way through the snowdrifts for at least several hours, although objectively speaking, the park is not so big that it was possible to wander through it for that long.
We walked along the path one after another, by the way, it seems that this is also why it was difficult, I fell behind and walked behind, it was much easier to walk in the middle.
It was as if there were no events on this hike, at least in my memory all that remained was the shining night, the huge sky, the silhouettes of giant trees and the feeling of the path.
It all ended in the end, like a long musical track ends - here you live your whole life in it, here you wander somewhere in another space, obeying the pattern of the music, but here you stand in the resulting silence and learn to breathe again.
We came out into an open clearing. And it's time for hot black tea from a thermos and sandwiches. I remember now that they came with sausage, but to tell the truth, I’m not sure. Just strong black tea and sandwiches with sausage - such a clear combination that it’s hard to imagine fish or cheese instead of sausage. Maybe ham would still be good.
They poured tea, passed it to each other carefully, talked about something important, and remained silent.
By the way, we didn't meet the Tree that night.
But the trip went as planned.
Now tell us your stories about how you went on a hike.
School is a wonderful time. This is a time not only for lessons and homework, but also for relaxation, games, and fun together. Often, whole classes of children, together with their class teacher, get together and go on a hike: into the forest, into the mountains or to the river.
After such a trip, a lot of impressions remain, which are most often written about in essays. But how to correctly and competently express your thoughts? Let's try to write an essay on the topic “Hike in the Forest.”
What is important to know?
When going on a hike, pay attention to what surrounds you - this will help describe the area around you in your essay.
In addition, it is necessary to remember that any text consists of several parts - introduction, climax and conclusion. Therefore, your essay on the topic “Hike in the Forest” should present a short story, logically structured and complete.
To do this, you need to know that the main part occupies ½ of the entire text; it is in it that you must concentrate all the main events that occurred during the trip.
Let's look at each part separately.
Introduction
The introduction on average takes 3-5 sentences from the entire text. In it, you should briefly describe the meaning of your essay and set the main idea. Eg:
“Saturday was a wonderful warm day. Today we decided to go with the class to the forest: pick mushrooms, watch squirrels and breathe in the clean forest air, after which we have a big picnic and admire the setting sun in the evening.”
If you haven’t been somewhere together with your class for a very long time, you can start your essay on the topic “Hike in the Forest” with memories - and it doesn’t even matter how long ago it was.
“The highlight of my school life was going to the forest when I was only 9 years old. Then for me the world seemed huge, and the forest seemed like a whole kingdom. And now I remember that day with warmth - and it began with bright sun and quick preparations.”
Thus, by setting intrigue in the essay, you will be able to reveal the central part of the essay as much as possible - let’s move on to its analysis.
Climax part
In this part you can express all your emotions and thoughts, talk about what happened in the forest and share your impressions. But do not forget that it is important to adhere to the literary style and follow the style of the text.
Your body should be a continuation of the introduction. So, if you started the story in the introduction, then you need to continue it.
“When I entered the forest, I was surprised by the silence. Of course, birds were chirping somewhere, leaves were rustling underfoot, but no other sounds disturbed the ears. We started looking for mushrooms, and the very first one I came across was a fly agaric. That was a shame!”
In your essay, you can also reason, give advice and describe the world around you.
“The forest around was unique. The trees rose very closely to each other, covering the daylight with their crowns and leaves, so there was a pleasant shadow in the forest itself. It is very important when you are in such a place to respect nature: do not litter, do not shout, do not tear bark from trees and do not destroy anthills. After all, the forest is the home of many animals.”
Having outlined everything you wanted - stories, descriptions, advice, and maybe some personal thoughts and emotions - you need to complete an essay on the topic “Hike in the Forest.”
Final part
The conclusion, like the introduction, is usually 3-5 sentences. This is where you should end your story. You can do this in several ways:
- If you asked any questions in the introduction or main part, you must answer them in the conclusion. For example: “And yet, having matured, I understand that the question “What is the most important thing to value in childhood?” You can answer this: memories of happy moments.”
- If the student simply described the events happening to him and surrounding nature forests, then you can draw a personal conclusion. “I really enjoyed this hike. I hope my class and I will go into the forest more than once.”
- An essay on the topic “A class trip to the forest” can be completed with personal advice. “Take care of nature - this is a huge kingdom in which we live, and we must protect this wonderful home.”
In this way you can complete a mini-essay on the topic “Hike in the Forest.” Remember to use various literary tropes and expressive means to more vividly describe the text. For such an essay on the topic “Hike to autumn forest» you will receive a high rating.
The life-affirming awakening of nature after winter sleep is colorfully described in an essay on the topic “Hike.” The fertile black soil of the fields, the spring greenery of the emerging grass, the joyful polyphony of birds and the virgin purity of the first snowdrops not only lifted the children’s spirits, but also gave each of them a powerful impetus to new achievements.
On my spring break dad suggested we go out of town and admire the awakening nature native land . Early in the morning, having collected our backpacks, we moved towards the city's new buildings, a kilometer from which the Birch Grove.
Blackened with rich black soil, the field was plowed by tractors, moving back and forth, parallel to each other. Country road The young grass, sticking out like a mischievous hedgehog, was brightly green. We walked along it, taking deep breaths of the invigorating morning air. Our family hike was riddled with intoxicating fluids spring mood.
Thin trunks of graceful birches whitened beyond the edge of the field in orderly rows, invitingly swaying wavy strands of crowns flowing in the wind. The closer we came, the stronger our hearts beat and we were breathtaking from the virgin purity and, trembling in the morning haze, the transparency of the birch grove, filled with the mysterious whisper of young foliage.
Dry dead wood crunched cheerfully under our feet, alarming the timid birds, looking with curiosity at the unexpected guests. Through the chaotic network of broken branches covering the paths that ran in all directions, forest herbs made their way, ready to bloom wildly. There was already a light, mixed scent of spring flowers, enveloping the slender trunks of birches with a fragrant trail.
Suddenly, an oval clearing full of bright white snowdrops spread out in front of us like a festive tablecloth. Trembling slightly on their graceful, thin legs, they reverently looked at the affectionate, spring sun, turning their quivering, velvety heads towards him. We, of course, did not tear them down, so as not to disturb the eternal harmony of nature with our rude interference.
The white trunks of the birch trees became moist under the warming rays of the sun, flowing with clear, large tears of their famous birch sap. We licked it with the tips of our tongues from the smooth, as if polished, bark and enjoyed the sweetish taste of crystal drops with a subtle hint of tart bitterness.
Having rested on a fallen log, among all this enchanting splendor, we set off on the way back, trying to capture in our memory every moment of our amazing and educational trip to the wonderful, spring forest.
